Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: teaching Kat her lessons|
I wrote this story for a specific reader. I consider her to be the only reader that matters, and this is per her request. I hope everyone else likes it too.
I saw her the first time as she got off of the bus and headed for her house. I've always had an affinity for younger women, but in this case the girl hadn't reached woman hood. I guessed her age to be fifteen or sixteen. I found out later it was fifteen.
The other uncommom thing, at least for me, was that she was black. I am not. Before I saw the girl, I had never even considered a black woman before. She was thin. She didn't have the normal black woman booty. Her hair was pulled up, but I could tell that there was some length to it. Her body looked tight. Like she could carry her thin frame a hundred miles up hill and not get tired. The other thing that stuck out about her was that she appeared to be a book worm. She had that look about her.
I was taking out the garbage from my newly acquired home. She didn't notice me, even though I was standing on the corner, garbage can still attached to my fingers, she just took the final hop off of the bus, and made her way up the driveway to her house. I wanted to say hi, and get her attention, but I couldn't speak. I was too taken.
After that I made friends with her parents, and was able to convince them to allow her to come over a couple times a week to “straighten up my home.” During the time that I was there talking to her parents she came around to meet me, and our eyes met for the first time. She was bashful, but the few times that I was over there getting in good with her parents I couldn't help but notice that her eyes would light up when she saw me.
We hadn't really talked a whole lot but despite the lack of communication there was some kind of connection.
I found out that her name was Katrina, but everyone called her Kat. The agreement was that Kat would come over every Sunday morning. I couldn't get them to agree to more than that. Kat had a very busy schedule. She was definitely a book worm. Was in college prep courses, and on top of that she was an athlete. Runner and swimmer. She kept herself very busy. I also found out that she had just turned fifteen.
When she came over the first Sunday I have to admit that I was a little disappointed. She was wearing dark sweatpants, and a sweatshirt. Her slender body was completely covered. I didn't like it. I wanted to see more.
The only good thing about her appearance was that her hair was done. The tight kinky curls were pressed out, and her black hair hung halfway down her back. We talked for a while after she arrived, and she looked around nervously at the house. I got a good look at her. She was stunning.
“I am confused,” she said awkwardly. “Your house looks perfect. What am I supposed to clean?”
“Can I be honest with you Kat?” I asked.
She took another nervous look around the room. “Yeah. I suppose so.”
I couldn't help but to notice that, although she had the black girl twang, her vocabulary was very good, the attitude was there, but buried under the surface. She was polite.
“I don't really need you to clean much. I just want you around.”
She laughed nervously. “Want me around for what exactly?” She asked.
There was something in her voice. She wasn't afraid of me. That was for sure. She was curious, but I also got the feeling that she was daring me. I was up to the challenge.
I was on her in a second. She struggled, but it was no good. I was quick, had the element of surprise, and I was much stronger. I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her sweatpants down. And worked my larger legs in between her smaller ones.
I pushed her head into the cushion of the couch, leaned in close and said. “This is why I want you around. Gonna make you my bitch.”
It was at that point that realization set in, and fear came across her face. She knew at that point why I wanted her in my house.
“You gonna fuck me?”
“For starters,” I said. “Yeah.”
“Please don't. She said, but she didn't struggle.
I freed myself from my pants and pushed the head of my throbbing cock against her pussy. She was moist and I could feel her clench herself tight. Fighting my entrance. I leaned back and slapped her ass as hard as I could.
“Loosen your pussy up. I want you to give it to me!”
“Nope,” she said defiantly, but I didn't think it was a definite no. I worked her sweatpants off the rest of the way, and then mine. Then I struggled her sweatshirt off and fucked her bra up getting that off of her. Then I spun her naked body onto her back.
Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead and her neck. She made another lame attempt at trying to get free and I smacked her hard across her face.
“Don't try to do that again. I am paying you to be here and you will do what I want.”
She shook her head no, and I slapped her hard across the face again. Enjoying the way that her cheeks reddened where my hand struck her. Then I leaned in close. I wrapped my fingers around her pretty little neck, and started to choke her.
Shake your head no again.
She actually did it.
I choked her out.
She only lost consciousness for a few seconds. When she woke back up I slapped her five times across the face hard and fast.
“You ready to give me your pussy yet?” I asked her.
“Nope,” she said. “I aint gonna do it!”
I reached down and grabbed both of her nipples. Pinching them as hard as I could. I had done this to quite a few women in the past, and none of them could take the pain. Kat took it, and the look in her eyes dared me to do it harder.
I bent down and bit her left nipple as hard as I could without drawing blood. She inhaled deeply, but didn't struggle. I moved to her right nipple, and did the same.
“Okay. She said. Take it if you want it.”
I held my hand to her neck squeezed it tight for a few seconds, and then fucked my dick into her. She clenched it tight, but I went with it. I could feel her hymen break as I slid into her. She winced a little and I slapped her again.
“It's gonna hurt for a week if you keep doing that,” I informed her.
“Don't care. Make it hurt then.”
So I did. I fucked her deep and left it in. Then I grabbed her hair with both of my hands, and pulled hard.
“How is it?” I asked her.
“Do you like having me inside of you.
She shook her head no, and I slapped her again. Then I began slowly pumping in and out of her.
“You don't like being my little whore?”
I could feel her pussy moisten a little when I said it, but she shook her head no.
“YOU LIE,” I yelled. “I can feel your pussy getting wet. You like being a whore don't you?
The anger in my voice made her tense up a little. She looked me straight in the eye, thought for a second, and then she spoke. “A little. Maybe.”
I fucked her a little harder and picked up the pace a little.
“You are a good little whore,” I said. “Your pussy is tight and wet like a whore's pussy should be.”
The look in her eyes intensified, and her pussy got wetter. I started pounding it into her even harder.
“Admit it to me. I wanna hear you say it.”
She looked at me like I was out of my mind.
“Call yourself a whore. I wanna hear you say it.”
She shook her head no again.
“If you don't I will never fuck you again.”
“Is that all you want me for? Is that all I am to you?”
I fucked her even harder and she started to fuck me back.
“Not all you are good for. I will show you much more as time goes on. You will be good for a lot of things. This is only you first lesson,” I said panting and pumping. “But only if you admit it to me. Do you want to be my whore or not?”
She thought more, and her pussy suddenly got really wet. She was actually thinking about it.
She crinkled her brow as I brutalized her pussy, but she kept fucking back into me.
“Yes!” She finally yelled. “I do! I want to do it.”
“Do what?” I asked her, and I stopped fucking her.
She looked confused. She glanced down and then looked back into my eyes with a questioning look.
“Put it back,” she demanded.
“Not until you tell me. You have to say it.
“Please,” she said beggingly, and she gave me the pouty look.
“Please fuck me some more. I am just starting to like it.”
“Why should I. I only fuck whores.”
“But... um... It is my first time. I can't really be a whore if it is my first time.”
“I poked her hard in the chest. “Whore comes from here,” I said. Then I pointed to her pussy. “This is just a tool that a whore uses.”
“Oh,” she said. “I guess so then.”
I stuck the head of my dick back into her but stopped there. She was still wet and she started to try to fuck into me.
“Nope. I wanna hear you say it,” I said backing away as she moved her hips.
“Fine. Then,” she said. “I am a whore. Does that make you happy?”
“Very,” I said and I fucked her some more.
“Say it again,” I demanded.
“I am a whore?” she said with a queston mark, but her pussy got juicy as the words left her slutty little mouth.
I slammed my dick hard into her pussy with all my might and as fast as I could. She started to moan and beg me for more, then she started to squeal. I pulled out of her and she sprayed my pelvis with cum. She gushed two full and powerful squirts. I couldn't help it. I bent down and started licking the mess from her luscious black legs.
I got my first good look at her pussy at this point. Her lips had that exquisite pear shape to them, and I was amazed at how pink and tasty her crevice was. I ate her out hungrily and she quickly came again, gushing into my mouth, and filling it with her sweet juices.
I could feel my need to cum building up inside of me. My dick began to beg for release. I knew that I couldn't cum into her, because I doubted that she was on the pill. It was probably stupid to go as far as I did without a condom, but I had forgotten about that up until that point.
I straddled her shoulders, and she looked up at me questioningly. As if to ask “Are you really gonna put that thing in my mouth.
I definitely was.
She pressed her lips together as if it would stop me.
It didn't I pressed the head of my dick hard against her lips, reached down, and pinched her ears in the tender spot. She got the hint, and opened her mouth.
I shoved my dick deep into her mouth and the first load of cum spewed into her throat. She gagged and tried to back off. I grabbed her hair and shoved my dick back into her mouth as deep as it would go, and let another stream of cum shoot in. She gagged again and tried to force it out of her mouth, but I wouldn't allow it. She needed to learn to do her duty.
She must have realized that it wasn't as horrible as she expected because she started to fight less, and began exploring my dick with her tongue. I kept fucking her mouth deep. Pushing the head of my dick deep into her throat. I loved the way that it felt as it rounded the curve and went into her throat. Every now and then I could feel her fighting off the urge to gag and was surprised at how well she was handling it.
I fucked her face until I came again. She swallowed every drop the second time. There wasn't nearly as much but enough to fill the back of her throat.
When we were finished I put my jeans back on and she started to do the same.
“No,” I demanded. “Underwear only.”
Kat looked at me for a second. Underwear poised on one leg, for a second, then she slid them on and stopped there as commanded.
“Good girl,” I said.
“What,” she said questioningly. “Am I your dog now?”
“Something like that,” I admitted. “Is that a problem?”
He eyes went to the floor at that. “You gonna fuck me and leave me?” She asked. “That's usually what guys do. Least that's what my mom says.”
“Nope. Not if you do what your told. Whatever you are told.”
I could see the thoughts running through her head.
“My dad did. Haven't seen him for a couple years.” She informed me. “You pry just want to use me for a while and then get rid of me like he did to my mom.”
I went to her at that point. Her hair was mussed a little but still very beautiful. She caught me looking at her and tried to cover herself. I grabbed her hands, and gently guided them away from her body. She hesitated at first, but she let me.
I stood in front of her and admired her almost naked body. I couldn't find an ounce of fat with my eyes. She was thin, but toned to near perfection. Her breasts were small-ish, but had a fullness to them, and her legs... Her legs were built for endurance. I loved every inch of her.
I came in close and gently kissed her lips. She kissed me back.
Then I took a half step back gently grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes.
“I'm not going anywhere,” I said seriously. “U belong to me now, and for as long as you are willing to do anything that I tell you, you will be mine. That will be the case for as long as you desire it.”
“Okay,” she said to me. “I will do what you want.”
“Good girl,” I said again.
I couldn't help but to notice that some of the kinks were drifting back into her hair. Little waves of curls were forming.
“Curly Fry,” I said out of nowhere.
“Curly Fries are my favorite snack,” I said. “And now you are my favorite girl. I will call you Curly Fry.”
Her face lit up.
I made her breakfast. Western omelets and hash browns and we ate at the kitchen table. My eyes were drawn back to her, and she would blush every time. It was cute. I could tell that she was still self conscious about being nude in front of me, and a couple of times she went to cover herself. I reminded her that it was her duty to please me, and she permitted my gazes.
We talked quite a bit. After breakfast we sat cuddled up on the couch together chatting away. When she got excited she would chatter away like a chipmunk devouring nuts for the winter. She told me about school, and boys, and running, and swimming. She told me about her dad, and her mom, and her step dad.
I quickly learned to dis-like her mom. Her mom made it a habit of treating her like she was eight instead of fifteen. Whenever her mom's friends came over she was to stay in her room like an unsightly painting being covered and hidden away in a dark closet. We were actually getting along very well considering the fact that I raped her an hour before.
She even confided in me that her mom made it a habit to call her the very same thing that I made her call herself when I fucked her. I felt a lick of shame at that, and she sensed it.
“What's wrong?” She asked me.
“Nothing,” I said. Trying to avoid talking about it.
“Tell me,” she demanded.
I found that I couldn't deny her request. It was as if her words were like a vice, and I was in their grip.
“I don't know Curly Fry,” I said. “I kinda feel bad about making you call yourself a whore now. I didn't realize it was so personal.”
It was her turn to get serious. She looked at me, and her words drilled into my brains.
“It's okay when you do it. I liked hearing you say it. It was hard for me to accept at first, but I actually want to be your whore. If you want me that is.”
I let her words sink in and they sounded completely honest to me. I had found over the years that many women secretly liked that word even though most of them were very afraid to admit it openly. Calling them 'whore' during sex was, most of the time, perfectly acceptable. Just don't try to say it outside of the bedroom. Then it was a different story all together.
“Can I ask you something?” She asked.
“Sure,” I said.
“Well. It's just that you have a nick name for me, and I don't have one for you.”
“Okay then. Give me one.”
She thought for a second, but I could tell that she already had one picked out.
“Spit it out Curly Fry. I can tell you already have one. Just say it.”
I couldn't help myself. As soon as the word left her lips my dick got harder than I had ever felt it get before. I surprised her a little by pushing her down onto the couch, ripping her panties down in a frenzy and fucking the shit out of her as soon as I could get my dick out of my pants. She fucked me back just as hard.
The best part was that she repeatedly called me daddy and begged me to fuck my little girl, and to make her my little whore. This time I didn't regain my composure in time. I cam inside of her. I couldn't help it.
Afterward I couldn't help but to ask her. I knew she was a virgin when she came over that morning, and yet she was okay with way too much. She liked sex and wasn't afraid of it. It was as if she had been fucking for years, and by many different men, and yet that just wasn't the case. I had to know why.
“CF,” I Started. “How is it that you are so advanced when it comes to sex. I mean you were a virgin, and yet you are not. It's like you have been fucking for years, but yet you haven't. Do you know what I mean?”
“Kinda. But it's kind of embarrassing.”
“Tell me.” I said copying her earlier tone.
“I read a lot.”
“Oh,” I said. “Like romance novels?”
“Not exactly,” she said. “More like porno stories.”
“Nuh uh. You are kidding right?”
Her face turned hamburger red.
I quickly tried to recover and make her feel more comfortable.
“That's too fucking hot,” I informed her.
She relaxed a little.
“Like what kind. You know. What kind are your favorite.”
“All of them. She said simply. I like them all. The dirtier the better.”
And she smiled.
Was it possible. I couldn't believe my ears. It was almost like I had found my perfect partner, and the fucked up part was that I had found it in a girl that was less than half of my age. I had been a big fan of sex stories myself. I had started at a pretty young age reading them. I found some little magazines when I was a teenager in my dad's closet, read them, and loved them. The fucked up thing was that some of the stories were told as if they were real life experiences. Not just made up fictional stuff, and some of them were stories about teenage girls that knowingly, willingly, and gladly seduced their fathers, uncles, and even grandfathers. Those were the stories that I liked the best.
I thought that it was just because I was a guy. I just assumed that porn was only for guys and that women were above that. Apparently not so much.
Later in my life I had read some pretty raunchy stuff, and it didn't take me long to realize that it didn't matter how raunchy it got. As a matter of fact the raunchier it got the better I liked it. Kat was telling me the same thing. That she was the same way. She was telling me that she liked them all. “The dirtier the better,” she had said.
I decided that I had to find out for myself. I was going to test it. I wanted to see how far I could stretch the cable. I wanted to see if it would snap.
I got up took Kat's hand and took her to the bathroom.
“Where we going?” She asked me.
“You'll see,” I told her. “I want to try something.”
She hadn't put her underwear on so when we got to the bathroom I directed her to sit on the toilet. I could see a knowing little look on her face, and I knew that we were “Golden.”
She lifted the seat and perched herself on the seat.
I pointed myself at her groin and let it flow. I pissed all up and down her. Starting from her crotch up to her breasts and then back down, and back up again. She held her hair up and let me do it. The urine got all over the seat and I ordered her to clean it up. She didn't hesitate, and she didn't look for sponge or mop or a rag. She licked it up with her tongue. When she was done we kissed deeply and passionately. I could taste the salt from my piss in her mouth. She was a very good girl indeed.
We showered after that, and it was time for her to go back home. There was no question in my mind that she would be back the next week. I wasn't disappointed.
I sent her home with the morning after pill, and the fifty dollars that was agreed upon, and we both agreed to pray that it would work. Neither one of us wanted for her to get pregnant. She tried to deny the money because she hadn't done anything to earn it, but we both knew that if she didn't accept the money that her mom wouldn't allow her to come back. She had to take it.
She came back every Sunday, and every Sunday was a sexual adventure. The girl couldn't get enough, and no matter how freaky I tried to get, no matter how dirty, she was game.
There were thresholds that I wanted to cross with her, but I was afraid to try and cross them. The further I went the further I wanted to go, but at the same time I knew that I was falling madly and deeply in love with her and even though I wanted get even more extreme I didn't dare, because I didn't want to lose her.
Finally I took her as far as I could on my own. The next step was a doozy, but I had to know if she was truly the girl I needed her to be. I decided to go ahead with it, and if I lost her I lost her.
On the Sunday before the main event I took her out shopping. Before I did though I bought a pair of shorts and cut them obscenely short. So short that the bottom of her ass cheeks hung out. I gave her a tight white wife beater that was snipped so that way too much skin showed on the tops. I ordered her to put the outfit on, and she did. It wasn't until we got into the garage, and were headed for the car that she hesitated.
“Daddy. I can't go out in public like this.”
“Yes you can. And Yes you will,” I ordered.
“But daddy. I am almost naked.”
“I know sweety. I want to show you off.”
“You mean you want other guys to see me like this.”
“Yeah. I am proud of you. I am proud to be with you. You are beautiful and I want other guys to look at you and be jealous that you are with me and not with them.”
It took her a while to go along with it. Letting me see her was one thing. Letting others was a whole different story, but she went along with it after some coaxing.
I kept the trip short. She was obviously very uncomfortable being out like that which to me wasn't very hot. She was very self conscious about the way she looked even though she was gorgeous, and she didn't carry herself like she was proud of the way she looked. She complained the entire time that she looked ridiculous no matter how much I told her she was gorgeous, and despite the fact that every guy that saw us basically drooled all over themselves as we passed by.
I took her to the pet store and bought a collar and a leash. Then we left and came back home.
“What's the collar for Daddy?” She asked.
“It's for you sweety,” I informed her.
She smiled and put it on.
“I love it,” she told me. Then she wore it for me for the rest of the day.
She made a game of it. She asked me to walk her around the house with the leash attached like a dog. I happily obliged her. My dick was hard the entire time. Curly Fry and I fucked hard fast and freaky all day, but it was the next Sunday that I thought about all day long.
When the following Sunday came around my excitement was higher than it had been in a long time. Kat showed up at nine thirty like clock work, and I ordered her to put on her leash and collar.
“You belong to me right Curly Fry?”
“And you will do anything I ask you to. Correct?”
“Yes Daddy.” She said with her usual enthusiasm.
“Okay. Today is a very special day.”
“You will see Curly fry. It is a surprise. I want you to go into the bedroom and wait for me there. Don't come out until I come and get you okay. When it is time you will see your surprise. Okay?”
“Okay Daddy,” She said, and she bounded off to the bedroom.
My friends arrived on schedule, in one vehicle as planned and pulled directly into the garage like I asked them too. Jarrod even had the special treat with him, which I made him leave it in the garage for now. They were all pretty scrunched in Sam's Monte Carlo, and I commented about them being sardines in a big grey can. I hushed them and brought them into the living room.
All of my buddies had been asking me why I stopped coming to the football games on Sunday. I explained to them that I had met a girl, and that she was very busy and only available on Sundays. I told them all about her, leaving out her age of course, but not much of anything else. Not even the kinky sex stuff, and how hot she was. They were all eager to meet her, and I was finally gonna let them get to know her.
I sat them all down, and whispered to them that I was going to bring out my new woman, but I wanted them all to be very very quiet. Don't make a sound, because she was shy and that this was a surprise for her as well.
Then I went back to the bedroom. Kat was sitting on the bed patiently waiting for me. I went to my night stand and grabbed a hood that I had ordered on line. There were no eye-holes to see out of. Only a hole for the mouth. That would be the only one she needed. I put it over her head, and she allowed it.
“Is this my surprise. Pretty kinky daddy.”
“Not exactly. We are getting to it. Just be patient.”
“Okay. I will”
I had also made up a necklace made out of condoms still in there wrappers. I placed it around her neck.
“What is that?”
I could hear a little alarm in her voice.
“Relax. You know I would never really hurt you right? You trust me don't you?”
“Yes,” she said tentatively.
“Okay,” I told her. Then I led her into the living room.
I shushed my friends as I walked into the room. With Curly fries head covered the way that it was they might be able to figure out that she was younger, but they would not be able to pinpoint her age specifically. I doubted any of them would protest too much regardless. There had been plenty of young jokes passed around in the past, but I didn't want to take any chances.
Everyone's jaws hit the floor as hit the middle of the living room and they realized that she wasn't just wearing a collar around her neck, but also a condom necklace. They all looked at each other as they realized what was about to happen, and I could see the greed and lust hit their eyes. They knew I was kinky where sex was concerned and they knew what I was about to let them do.
When we got to the center of the room I whispered into Kat's ear.
“You are not a true whore until you have been with more than one guy my love. Today you will be more than two.”
“Huh! Daaadddy! What did you do?”
She started to take off the mask, but I stopped her.
“Nope. Leave it on.” I demanded.
She lowered her hands, and I could see her start to tremble.
“Okay boys. She likes it rough,” I said, and I shoved her onto Jarrod's lap.
Kat fell with a plump into Jarrod's arms and then she tried to get back up. Jarrod looked at me, and I motioned for him to grab her. He did and pulled her back onto his lap. Then I nodded to the others and they, at first, reluctantly joined in.
“Oh my god Daddy. How many?”
“Five Curly Fry. I am going to let Five guys fuck the shit out of you.”
“OH MY FUCKING GOD DADDY!”
All of the blood ran out of my head. Shit. Did I blow it.
“I Love you Daddy! Thank you for my birthday present, but your three months late,” she said
I started to blush, because I thought for a second that she was going to blow her age. She didn't though.
Her admission fueled the fire, and clothes started hitting the floor with a frenzy. The necklace was torn apart and dicks were quickly sheathed.
My dick got hard as a rock as I noticed the size of Sam. He was the one black guy in the group and before today I had never seen the size of him. His dick was a monster. I swear to God it must have been a foot long and thick as a horse's cock. If Kat could take him it would be a miracle, and I couldn't wait to watch him try.
Sam was also the first one to test the waters. He slapped Kat's inner thigh hard and looked at me to see if he had crossed the line. I nodded my approval. Kat howled a little.
“Come here bitch,” He said, and grabbed her hooded head and began forcing his mammoth into her mouth. Kat took her cue and opened as wide as she could. She couldn't take more than his head into her mouth, but she tried.
“Loosen up her pussy for me Jarrod. You are small enough for her. Stretch her out a little for me would you?” Sam Asked.
Jarrod greedily did so. He slammed into her easily. He was a little smaller than I was and she took him with no problem. The other guys had nothing to do but watch and rub her body as she was fucked from both ends. Sam got a little impatient with how little she was taking into her mouth and he began to grab her head and try to force in more. It worked a little, but not as much as he wanted.
“You gonna have to take more than that bitch,” and he smacked her hooded face.
“Yessir,” she answered and turned her head to try and obey. I could see her doing everything she could to try and open up more, but it was little use.
Craig got impatient, and pushed Jarrod away, then he slammed into Kat with feroscity. His dick was a little bigger and Kat squealed with delight. Craig fucked her hard and fast, and came within seconds.
I tried to stop him but he was too quick.
“Shit Craig,” I said. “You wasted it. Turn that condom inside out and stick it in her mouth, I ordered. And Please guys. Cum in her mouth not in the condoms. God. Do I have to tell you everything?”
Craig shrugged and did what I asked. Kat sucked it clean.
Then Craig stuck his dick in her mouth, and she cleaned that too. He was much easier for her to take and he fucked her face fully. Cramming himself into her mouth until his ball smacked against her chin. Huck took over on the other end, and because he was a little bigger than craig, stretched her out even more. He took his time, fucking her deep and fully. She began to moan into Craig's cock, and work her hips into huck.
She pulled back from Craig, and yelled. “Oh God yeah. Make me into a fucking whore.” Then she went back to work on his dick.
That comment picked up the pace even more. Thomas was the last to take her besides Sam. Sam would have to wait a minute. She wasn't ready for him yet.
Thomas sat on the chair and pulled Kat onto his lap. “Fuck her in the ass Jarrod. Let's DP her.”
Jarrod complied. It took them both a minute to get their rhythm right, and for Kat to get the hang of having two guys in her at once, but she got the hang of it.
I watched as this was all happening. I was deeply in love with Kat, and the idea of seeing someone that I cared so much about being such a little whore was driving me crazy. It wasn't jealousy because I knew that she had grown to love me as much as I did her. It was pure passion, and I loved knowing that I was giving her permission to have all of this pleasure. This once in a lifetime experience.
Jarrod began spanking her as he drilled her in the ass, and I watched as her come came squirting out around Thomas's dick. Then she hopped off spun around and sucked Jarrrod's condom clothed dick. Cleaning whatever ass juices were on the slick condom. This must have sent Jarrod over the edge Because he stopped her ripped off the condom and crammed his dick into her mouth. He came with fury, and cum splashed out of her mouth. She cleaned up as much as she could.
They all passed her back and forth and I watched with glee as she was fucked like a true whore, loving every minute of it.
Finally Sam couldn't wait any longer. He layed her on the couch, spread her legs wide, and mounted her. I came in for a closer look, and Sam obliged me with the best view that he could.
“Oh God Daddy, his dick is so fucking big.” Kat told me.
Same eased the head of his dick into her pussy, but it looked way too massive.
Kat reached down grabbed his dick with both hands, and tried to take more.
“I want it in me. Please, get it in me!” She howled.
Sam pulled out, and I handed him some lube from the end table. He applied it and made another attempt. Kat tried to relaz like I taught her and the head of his massive dick disappeared into her hole.
“Oh fuck yeah. God I am such a little whore. I am fucking all of these guys and I love it.”
Sam pushed into her a little further. Slowly fucking in and out of her tight pussy. Stretching her as he went. It seemed to get a little easier, and he started actually fucking her tight cunt. First two, then three, and then a little more than half of him was inside of her. He fucked her a little faster, and she squealed with delight as he picked up the pace and gave it to her harder and faster.
Sam couldn't take much more and he pulled out, stripped off the condom and squirted what seemed like a gallon of cum onto her face, and into her mouth. Rope after streaming rope splashed onto her hooded head and into her mouth. When he was finished it looked like she dipped her head into a shampoo bucket.
More to come......
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